MAD BLOOD

The Thrilling Adventure of the Drone Vampire Chronicles Continues with Book Two

MAD BLOOD

by Stephani Hecht

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Ever since being released from the paranormal prison that served as his home for ten years, all Dante wanted to do was pick up the pieces of his shattered life. Once one the most respected vampires, he now is a shell of what he used to be, both emotionally and socially. Taking shelter with a rebel band of Drone Vampires, he has given up any hope of true happiness.

Then when he least expects it, he finds himself drawn to another vampire. Young and innocent to his dark desires, it’s the last male Dante ever thought he would want. Not wanting to corrupt another, he tries to deny his true feelings. Then after a few stolen taboo touches, Dante can no longer fight the urge to claim his mate.


Glaring at the restrains, Brenden remembered all the times Dante had made it plain he hated the damn things. Wanting to save him from having to wake up to them if only this one time, he started to unbuckle them. He just made sure to do it quickly before Dahlia could come back in and stop him.
The skin on Dante’s wrists was red where the cuffs had been and Brenden couldn’t resist rubbing the area in an effort to sooth it. After he was done with the hands, he moved to the end of the bed to release his ankles. As soon as he undid the last buckle, he turned to look one last time. Just as he was twisting around, Dante launched from the bed with a vampire speed.
Even if Brenden had wanted to fight back, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Dante was way too strong and quick. Before he had a chance to fully realize what was going on, Brenden found himself pinned to the wall. Dante had a hand fisted in the front of his shirt and their faces were only inches apart.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dante asked, his voice harsh and raw.
“I know you hate the restraints so I thought I would get rid of them for you.” Stupidly, Brenden was torn between fear and ball-numbing desire. While he should have been thinking of a way to escape before Dante tore him apart, all he could think about was how good it felt to have the male’s body pressed against him.
“I’m not talking about the goddamn restraints.” Dante gave a malicious smile that showed off his huge fangs.
Brenden felt his own incisors grow in response. “I was just checking your injuries.” The lie sounded weak to his ears.
“Bullshit.” Dante leaned in even closer and his breath fanned over Brenden’s neck.
“Fuck,” Brenden whispered as his cock grew so hard it hurt. His hands shot out and grabbed two fistfuls of Dante’s shirt, but it wasn’t to push him away, it was to bring him closer.
“Am I scaring you?” Dante’s tongue darted to lick ever so briefly.
Brenden shuddered in response. “No.”
“Then why are you trembling?” Dante leaned in closer and his pelvis bumped against Brenden’s erection.
Brenden closed his eyes with an embarrassed groan. So much for keeping his little fledlging-like crush secret. His dick just announced it for him.